The thing was Robin didn't plan on liking Meg. What they say about first impressions must be true, because though she tried, Robin couldn't shake the feeling that Meg was just about the fakest person she'd ever met.
But, she was with Ted and not to mention friends with Barney, so she had to try.
"So," Meg began, just reaching Robin for a lunch date they had set up, "Where'd you fancy going?"
Robin shrugged miserably; she kept going back on forth on how she felt about this whole almost friends thing.
"Come on Robin, I know you don't like me, but we have to try to get along for the guys." Where was her usual pep?
"Who said anything about hating you?!" Robin snapped.
"Hating? I think you just did." She laughed and Robin reluctantly at first joined her. "Alright, come on, I know a great pub this way," Meg gestured, "Just don't tell the lads we went anywhere else for a pint."
Robin walked on with Meg until they reach a magical pub with white and red lettering over the top. The Hoser Hut.
Robin's eyes lit up to thousand watt bulbs. How'd she know?!
Seeing Robin's face, she answered, "You called me a hoser yesterday, and I could only assume you were from the great white north… just like me."
"… Well, let's go!" she said way to excited to be taken seriously.
Minutes later they were chowing down on pancakes and making moose calls. Robin felt giddy, like a child on her birthday, and Meg looked to be having almost as much fun, if not more.
"Lemme ask you a question," Robin ventured stabbing another bite of flapjacks on her fork.
"Shoot."
"Well… where's all your usual pep and general annoyingness?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Meg said indignantly.
"Yes you do!"
"Fine… maybe I act just a little crazy when I first meet people."
"A little?" Robin laughed.
"Shut up! At least I don't pour beer on my boyfriend's friends!" Meg giggled too.
"Actually, you do!" They both laughed until they were sure they'd bust a gut and had driven all their fellow natives mad.